One of the things I love about my dad is that he is VERY serious about family photos.
There’s none of this “everyone gather round and we’ll shoot with the tripod” business.
If you’re been reading for a hundred years, you may remember these family photos from 2010 (when apparently I wanted my blog photos no bigger than a postage stamp).
And then, of course, there were these ones in blues and yellows from 2014, which I love.
Anyway, my brother came home from his mission this spring, which meant that in October, it was time for another family photo extravaganza since everyone was back together.
My dad envisioned all the men and boys in white tuxedo jackets with carnations in their lapels, and the women in black dresses and the little girls in white dresses.
Also, there would need to be a snazzy car.
(The rest of us don’t really ask questions – we just do our best to make his visions come to life).
Amazingly, my parents were able to rent this vintage Packard from a local car museum, everyone sent in their tux measurements, Merrick located a local photographer, and I found these darling vintage-y looking dresses for the girls at Janie and Jack.
And so, on Saturday morning of our family reunion, everyone got up at the crack of dawn, Merrick did everyone’s makeup and advised on hair, and we headed down to the beach where the photographer and car were waiting for us.
An hour later, after my girls had pretended to drive the car to their heart’s content (except Star, who sobbed when we took her out of the driver’s seat), we crossed our fingers we’d gotten some good shots and went on our merry way.
And when they came back a few weeks later, we all agreed it’d been a wild success.